Turquoise Monster

I bought a new dress
It was silkier than I thought
And when I put it on
I can’t help but think
That by the fashion police
I will be caught
You see it looks like it belongs to my 10 yr old
Really will I ever be so bold
As to don this lovely frock?
Will I be naught but a mutton chop
Some pruney wrinkly has been
But then I think SO WHAT!
If some think it’s obscene
I’m wearing my dress for me
Not for or against the femes
Just a star dress with galaxies
It is the best My beautiful new dress!

Dark crystal shreds of liquid thoughts
Bubble up from the blooded gash
Teeth pink pearls streaked with history
Falling as slithers from tired gums
A sleekness aswaits the frayed me
As it looses tatters of dignity
Shedding the physicality
Nothing now but posioned thought
Floating free
A mass of threads tangling
Meat is meat and no more
A ruby drop falls
Seeding the plans below
With memories
They will grow
Maybe they can be harvested
And burnt

There once was a warewolf called Bode
Who was I’m afraid anything but bold
Instead of going out at night
To scare people and give them a fright
He would sit at home eating cream cheese
Asking for cold tea with a thankyou and a please

Tolerance of intolerance
Is written on the walls
And leads to blood once more
Core entwisted to the noose
Swings in the shadows of the age
Once more fascism is the rage

Isms cause skisms
I’d rather have equality
Cos people are people
And should not depend on an identity
Forged from labels others have given to them
To stuff them into boxes and forget about them

Fear that’s within
Takes that which lurks
Festering hate
Do you know this dark rhyme?
Strange undertow
Drag and degrade
Loops of shame
Burn the heart
To ashes

“That’s the cross where Jesus dies
I spies Mummy
The cross where he dies
It’s a top the tower
Of that building
the one like a fort”
Little Mary has a thought
“But Jesus is a baby in my tummy
Isn’t that funny?
In my tummy
And he’ll be born on Christmas day
So my teachers say
But when I am grown up
The solders wont stand a chance
I’ll learn Krav for a start!
Protect him with all my heart
No one is going to hurt my baby.
No way!”

The Tome is reclusive in nature
Hiding nestled upon the shelf
In clusters of almost reads
Leafs and leaves and sheafs
With lives their own
Collecting dust
Raising silver fish
To make lace of words
Pretty in decay

Suddenly my world did seem
so hateful nasty and obscene

Cold within cold without
I hate you I wanna shout

You took my hand you took my trust
And then you ground it all to dust

Zom B the zombie bee
lived with his friends in the honey tree

Looking for the grey stuff to munch
He’d settled for some bones to crunch
Thinking those humans where a sorry bunch

And so Zom B the zombie bee
set out for the briny sea
where a plague hit the crew
a plague most deadly
like a bee sting’s fiery medley!

For instead of black and yellow
He was a green and puce slime fellow
And yet when stung victims rarely bellowed:

“It’s Zom B the zombie bee!”
Nor did they catch him and pop him in the sea
Or even sensibly just cut down the accursed honey tree

And so he wondered here and there
Finding brains to sample with care
Zom B the zombie bee
Came to the dock of Gloucester’s Quay

Wreaking havoc with strips and sting
Knowing he was full of win
For Zom Bees were definitely king

Until a little girl called Mary the Mook
Thinking he looked like a pile of pukeJean the Bean
Squashed him flat, with her pink straw hat
He made a rather pretty splat

And all for a school yard dare!
Mary the Mook has a natural flare
For killing Zom Bees which is rare!
Especially for a school yard dare
But she did so without a care

So there!